Elucidating Questions

There’s not much for me to write right now

Besides what I’m feeling

There’s not much for me to write because I’ve shied away from the world for a moment

Only have so much energy

And my heart is so broken right now

I’m sure some awful things have happened

The climate crisis is a crisis

Apparently this is new news?

Oh, right, it’s only a crisis when it hits your house and not when it’s 50 degrees in Iran or India

Which is why I’ve been staying quiet on that subject

I’m sure there’s some hundred poems you can read of mine going on about the weather getting worse or the Earth dying

Needing to open a window in October is an emergency

People’s homes being washed away is a crisis

Something something corporations something something stop them

And I’m trying not to feel guilt for having to make that decision this week

Those final seconds playing over

And earlier there was an owl hooting and I felt at home

I need to live somewhere I can hear them

These little mini horrors

I can’t escape the real out there horrors

Nor the horrors of life

We manufactured horrors

Why did we do that?

I don’t know

Maybe I’d rather not know

I don’t think the truth would satisfy me beyond cementing human greed

This is a strange world

I still don’t know why I’m living in it